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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 6, 2009 23:51:58 GMT -5
A dusty MP K-9 unit SUV rolled into the Decepticon HQ after doing a brief patrol of the area. The back hatch opened, and allowed two canine-like Cybertronians to jump out. One of them was red and black while the other was gunmetal with silver "stitches" crisscrossing it's form. Both shared a resemblance to German Shepards, a favored breed for police dogs. The SUV transformed into a 19-foot robot with blood red optics, various pieces of the vehicle sliding into place to form armoring. The lights from the top ran across the shoulder area, and the doors formed leg and arm armor. The wheels shifted to the elbows and knees. "I'll get the Energon." The Decepticon told the smaller two. "Stay out of trouble." With that, he walked into a different part of the base.
The red and black one immediately began roaming around, trying to pinpoint the odd blip that was popping up on his scanners. The gunmetal and silver one seemed to diisapprove. 'You shouldn't be wandering like that, Killjoy. He'll be back soon.' He warned over their link. The red and black one chuckled. 'Lockjaw say to stay out of trouble, Stitches. Killjoy not in trouble.' Nosing through a door, Killjoy discovered a large glass container that contained...he took a step closer....a human of all things. "Stitches come quick!" Killjoy called. "Killjoy find fleshie!" Not waiting for his brother to reply, Killjoy walked up to the container. "Fleshie in cage. Poor fleshie!" He teased mockingly. Stitches entered the room a bit more carefully, clearly unamused with his brother. "Yes, Killjoy. Very observant..." His voice was even unamused.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 7, 2009 0:00:04 GMT -5
Chris had been asleep when he heard the voices. He groaned, his sleep that night hadn't been at all pleasent, he was sleeping in what was basically a glass case or what was so often called a 'cage' by Decepticons. He groaned, sitting up, he found his vision at first blurred, but he soon found himself seeing what appeared to be two mini-bots. Oh that was just great, just what he needed more Decepticon's there to make his existance a miserable one.
With the exception of Cutlass, he only saw a few Decepticons, either standing guard over him, or just passing through to delight in the idea of seeing Optimus Prime's son in such a position. It had been like he was just in some sort of zoo. He blinked, realizing the robots looked like animals. Who'd ever heard of that?
"What the frag? Since when were there animal robots?" Chris had never encountered Ravage and therefore had never heard of this "I'm dreaming again, aren't I?"
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 7, 2009 0:19:16 GMT -5
Killjoy cackled madly. "Fleshie funny. He think he still recharging!" Stitches' mouth didn't even twitch. "Yes. Hystarical." Stitches rolled his eyes, then looked at the human. "There have always been 'animal robots,' you have just been fortunate enough to have not met any, until now." He stated. Killjoy pressed the top of his head against the glass as hard as possible, looking at the human in longing. "Killjoy want crunch fleshie!" He grinned wickedly as he thought about it.
"That meatsack is not for crunching, Killjoy." The taller 'con, Lockjaw, strode in, carrying a small pile of Energon cubes. "At least, not for now, from what I've heard." Two cubes each were placed in front of Killjoy and Stitches. Opening the food flap, Lockjaw slid a single cube to the human. Don't worry, fleshling. It should be over in the next few solar-cycles." He pulled a crate out and sat down, Stitches sitting to his left after finishing the Energon. Killjoy took his time with his, watching the human the entire time.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 7, 2009 0:28:51 GMT -5
"You freaks actually think I'm afraid of you don't you." Chris stood up glaring at Stitches "I'm about as scared of a little Decepticreep like you as I am of my Uncle Ratchet." Ok so that wasn't true, Chris was scared, but he had to put on the tough guy mask. If he showed any kind of fear the Decepticons would take advantage of that. He hadn't been tortured yet, and he was pretty sure if he showed fear that's what they'd use to make him more scared.
Chris stared as the other Decepticon entered, whom he guessed had been asked to guard him for a shift. "What do you mean not yet? I'm only here to be exchanged for the Matrix." He crossed his arms "You guys wouldn't be stupid enough to go and kill me, my Dad would never give you the Matrix if you did." He knew they could just kill him before their end of the bargain was met, but it didn't matter really.
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 7, 2009 0:55:18 GMT -5
Lockjaw threw his head back in laughter. Killjoy quickly followed, though it was clear he didn't know what he was laughing about. "There's always the chance that Prime won't trade the Matrix for you. That, or we could get the Matrix, then kill you and Prime." His left hand dropped down onto Stitches' head, and began rubbing him behind the ears. "It will be like it was back on Cybertron..." He leaned against the wall and shuttered his optics, remenicing. "Ah, those were the good days." Killjoy's ears perked up. "Autobot chew toys?" He asked excitedly.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 7, 2009 1:20:26 GMT -5
Chris looked at him calmly, this was the first guard to even acknowledge him. He thought for a moment, death may not be so bad. He knew it was either that or three other options: 1. Being keept as the personal pet/slave of a Decepticon, likely Megatron or another high ranking Decepticon., 2. Being kept as a trophy., 3. Or being kept a hostage permanently.
"You're forgetting the other option, that the second my Dad gets here, he's going to unleash hell upon you all... And in the process I get out of here alive." Chris said rather bluntly "I bet none of you freaks even have a plan if they attack." His Dad didn't always play fair when it came to him. He wouldn't be surprised if any time he may blast his way through the wall and do just as Chirs said. Unleash all hell and take out a few Decepticons as he does so.
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 7, 2009 13:11:55 GMT -5
"I am confident in our strength." Lockjaw retorted. "And yes, the three of us do not have much a plan if they were to attack, save to fight back. It is not our job to form plans, only to follow them." His clawed fingers ran down along Stitches' side, scratching in those hard-to-reach places. He'd seemed to lose interest in the human captive, choosing instead to go over Stitches, examining his armor for any significant damage, rocks that were wedged in uncomfortable places, and the like. Finished with his Energon, Killjoy trotted over to Lockjaw, waiting his turn. It was an uncommon sight, Lockjaw caring about something other that killing so much. He didn't care if the human saw it, he had to check over his partners. They came first, before him.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 7, 2009 15:34:30 GMT -5
Chris had been watching them eat the whole time that he had completely forgotten the Energon Cube that had been given to him. That was the limit, he realized, one energon cube in the morning and one at night, just enough to keep him alive, or at least that had been what one guard had told him finally at midnight the night before.
He sighed, picking it up and making sure it wasn't contaminated, he was satisfied it wasn't and slowly began drinking it. It was gone within a couple of seconds considering the fact he was starving. He eyed Lockjaw who was treating the dogbots like his pets with a raised eyebrow, though he was reminded of his new puppy Scruffy back home.
"I never thought you Decepticons kept pets." He was seated by the door now "Not of your own kind anyway, I was always told you keep specimens of conquered planets as 'pets'." If this came as an insult Chris didn't mean it that way. In fact the idea of this was fascinating to him. For a moment it was as if the barbarians had a shred of humanity in them.
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 7, 2009 18:34:41 GMT -5
Lockjaw stopped for a moment, looking up at Chris. His optics narrowed. "Killjoy and Stitches are not my 'pets.'" He growled. "They are my partners, symbiotes. On Cybertron, they would not have lasted long once the war began. I give them food and protection, and care for them, and they help me fight." To Lockjaw, it was that simple. "They are not pampered like your organic pets, they must work for the rights to food. If they do not help, they do not get fed, or cared for." Satisfied that he'd gotten all the larger pits of grit out, he reached over to the wall, and grabbed a hose that had been laying there, the other end attached to a spigot. Turning the spigot, he allowed the water to run from the open end of the hose, and began to wash the smaller pieces of grit, as well as the dust, out of Stitches' armor and joints.
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 7, 2009 20:06:40 GMT -5
Chris listened, watching him watch off his two 'pets' as he would still call them with a sigh. He had a very bad feeling, call it a gut instinct that he was going to end up the pet of some Decepticon, he didn't know who, but he would. It'd be their own way of humiliating Optimus by degrading his son in such a manner. "So I figure... If I'm kept alive and not exchanged even once you get the Matrix, I'm gonna be kept as a pet right?" He didn't know if the decision would be made sooner whether he'd be killed or kept alive "Am I gonna be treated the same way they are? Or will I be treated like a domesticated pet?" He didn't bother asking who they planned to give him to if he was made one, he didn't want to think of the idea all too much.
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 7, 2009 21:45:24 GMT -5
"It is a possibility." Lockjaw replied, finishing with Stitches. "And you would not be treated like Killjoy or Stitches, there would be nothing you could really provide any potential partner. You would be treated more like one of your organic pets, though to what degree would depend on your owner. You could be treated very poorly, or somewhat nice." Turning the water off, he started the same process with Killjoy. "Though there has been one who's requested to keep you as his pet for a while now. Don't remember which one, though..."
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 7, 2009 21:59:29 GMT -5
"So basically, I'm gonna be taken in by a Decepticon to treat like a dog... I wouldn't be surprised if there's a collar included." Chris shook his head slowly, he knew what this meant. He'd be forced to be the lowest form of life on the base, probably wouldn't even be allowed to use the indoor restroom facilities. "Normally, I'd be happy to hear you guys may let me live... But having no freedom is about the last thing I want." He hung his head slightly.
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 7, 2009 23:14:17 GMT -5
Lockjaw chuckled. "There is a collar." The water came on. "Though, I thought you would've been happy to hear that you're be out of that cage of yours." With both his partners clean, Lockjaw turned the hose on himself, getting all the dust from the patrol out. After a minute, he looks over at Chris thoughtfully before walking over to the container. "Do wet clothes make you sick later? 'Cause if they do, off with them now." Holds up hose. Killjoy begins to cackle again. "Fleshy's turn for bath!"
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Post by Christopher Prime on Oct 7, 2009 23:26:04 GMT -5
"I would rather be out of here with my freedom." Chris muttered. "What? You guys are making me take a shower?" Chris looked at him, he knew that wet clothing did make you sick later. He then said. "You can't honestly expect me to-." But the serious look on the mech's face said it all, he sighed, walking over to a corner, he took his clothing off with trembling hands. He felt violated, more then he ever had in his entire life. Once out of the clothing he set them in the corner so they wouldn't get wet. "You looking to groom me and make me look nice for whatever sick freak is gonna own me?" He knew this was done with animals sometimes. Since he was being made to be a pet, he wouldn't be at all surprised. He stepped under the hole, hold his body slightly, then looking down. "Just make this quick, please."
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Post by Lockjaw on Oct 8, 2009 8:14:28 GMT -5
Lockjaw held the hose over the opening, letting it fall on Chris. "Not grooming you. You, as your kind would put it, smell like shit. My olfactory sensors couldn't take it any more." As if to help drive the point home, Killjoy buried his nose under his front paws. "Smelly smelly!" Stitches merely rolled his eyes in response. "Will you ever not make a fool of yourself, Killjoy?" He could have cared less if the human had continued to stink, even though his own sensors had been bugged by the smell. Killjoy removed his paws and looked at his brother. "Killjoy think fleshy smelly! Better now!" "Killjoy!" Lockjaw slipped into Cybertronian, sure the human couldn't understand. "Go get a towel for the human to dry off. It'll be on our heads if he gets ill." Getting up, Killjoy ran off for a few minutes, then returned with the towel. Removing the hose, Lockjaw took the towel from Killjoy and dumped it unceremoniously on Chris. "Let me know when you're done with it." He informed Chris as he turned the water off.
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